The Pineal Paradox

The pineal gland is said to be the master gland of the body. For the physical body it produces hormones that control other glands, including growth and melatonin production. This small, seemingly insignificant little ball of human tissue is situated almost center in the brain. But what does it do really?

Many spiritualists claim that the pineal gland is the Gateway to the Universe, The Third Eye, and even The Seat of the Holy Spirit. Well, I don’t know about any of that, but I can share with you my experience as a Remote Viewer and Medium. When accessed through meditation, the pineal gland opens doors to alternate realities.

Every once in a while I get some down time, and for whatever reason I was interested in researching the pineal gland. I ran across a YouTube video in which a documentary described taking a tour of the universe via the pineal gland. It described being able to access multiple dimensions through this little space via meditation. Intrigued, I decided I would try.

The one thing you should know about me, and something I encourage everyone to do (within reason0, is that when I realize something is possible, something I may not have ever considered or imagined before, I will give it a try! I live by the mantra that there are no rules – that we are only limited by the boundaries of our own imaginations. (A word of caution – while I try not to live by the rules – I find them terribly restrictive – I do protect myself in the event I run across energies that might not agree with me on the whole no-rules belief.) That being said…

After watching most of the video I decided I had to try this technique. That afternoon, when I knew I could get some quiet time for a few minutes, I closed my eyes and “remoted” into my own brain. I’ve done enough body scans and remote viewing consultations to recognize when I have actually made contact with my target. This was no different. I was inside my own head, (something I’m often accused of – quite a lot happens in there!). But as I was looking around I could not find that little gland. I looked everywhere! Exasperated, I finally looked down at my feet. I was standing on it! As soon as I realized that it was just beneath me, I instantly dropped down inside of it. This is where the fun started.

As I began examining the inside of this space, I didn’t notice anything particularly striking. It was small, enclosed and dark. Just then, I saw a window begin forming in front of me. This window opened to the size of a full, wall-sized picture window that opened to the view of a beautiful grassy, green meadow. Behind the meadow, off in the distance, was a mountain range.  I felt that I should attempt to move through the window and into the meadow, so I did.

I found myself walking up a small, velvety-green hill where I came upon a quaint, little farmhouse. In the front yard was a young boy, maybe about 11 years old, with blonde hair and bright, inquisitive blue eyes. He was standing beside a large, wooden cable spool – the kind you would make into a rustic table. I didn’t see what he was tinkering with, but as I gazed on him, I felt immense love and adoration. Somewhere deep inside, I felt like I was watching myself, but in another lifetime, perhaps another dimension.

Once I came to that realization, I was immediately pulled back inside the small, dark room. The window began to move to the left, where another window appeared right behind it with a completely different scene. I felt that I wanted to explore this one, as well, but the window didn’t stop for me. The wall of windows began revolving slowly at first, as if to tease me with the varying exploration possibilities. And then the wall started to spin faster and faster, the windows becoming smaller and more compact the faster the wall spun. Within moments, all I could see in front of me was a solid, dark wall.

Three things became crystal clear to me. First, I was reminded about our molecular structure – how molecules are made mostly of empty space, and that we and the “solid” world around us is merely an illusion. Next, I was shown that, via the pineal gland, we have access to infinite realities. And finally, I understood that all of these realities were happening at the same time! There was no linear time. All of my lives, all of my limitless possibilities are happening right now. This, for me, blew the cap off the paradigm of past and future lives!

This isn’t necessarily a new concept for me. I had seen two different movies about children who had died and come back to life to describe their experiences. One in particular was “Heaven is for Real.” In it, the young boy described a scene while he was in heaven where everything was happening at once – the war between heaven and hell, for instance, which is documented in biblical history to have happened before the earth was ever formed.

There is really quite a lot more I’d love to discuss, but I’ll save some for other blog posts – topics such as Quantum Jumping, (jumping backward and forward in “time”), and tapping into our other dimensional realities to download their traits to use in our current reality, etc. I hope you’ll keep checking back for these juicy nuggets!

I probably got off topic a little, but I would encourage you to do your own pineal experimentation! Send me your experiences. I would love to read about them and explore this topic from the perspective of others, like you!

Until then, happy exploring!

The Closet Monster Conundrum

Historically, children have been known to possess wild imaginations. They fear the bumps in the dark, the witches under the bed, and the monsters in the closet. Parents write their fears off as overactive imaginations and soothe their fussy children back to sleep, telling them it was all just a scary dream.

But what if those monsters are real?

I was recently contacted by a family to look over their house using remote viewing. The homeowners had lost their previous home to Hurricane Harvey and eventually moved into what they felt was their dream home. But, shortly after moving in they felt something was not quite right.

Shantel and Conrad expressed concerns over not feeling at home in their new dream house. She felt like someone was watching her in the kitchen, the stairway to the upstairs felt “unnerving,” and their 18-month-old daughter was not sleeping at night, and woke several times with night terrors. They heard knocks coming from places they couldn’t identify, smelled smoke where there was no source for the odor, and noticed unintelligible voices throughout the home. This was enough to convince me to at least take a peek.

I asked Shantel to forward photos of the inside and outside of her home, which she quickly did. After my remote viewing assessment, I promptly responded to her concerns. I told her I felt pretty comfortable throughout her home, but there were a few places that had me rattled, specifically the master bathroom. While there is much more to her story, perhaps in an upcoming book, I’ve chosen to share only the most menacing entity I encountered during my visit.

First off, the house was plopped down in the middle of the woods, as were all the homes in her pristine, storybook neighborhood. I let her know that when the land was disturbed, it would be likely that some of the energies associated with that land might have been stirred up and could be causing some of her problems.

As I worked through her photos, I ran across a beautiful bathroom with a very large bathtub. I admitted I was jealous. I’m a total bath girl – the bigger the bath and the more jets in the tub, the better! But, I felt like I was being watched in this space, even though Shantel said this was the one place in the home where she felt safe. However, the closet door in that bathroom was closed, so I could not see into that area from this photo.

I worked my way through all the photos, performed a remote home clearing, where I mentally remote view ed the home and used energy work to clear the space – a powerful form of clearing – until I felt satisfied my work was completed and the home was clear.

Shantel emailed me back a few days later quite pleased with the results. They were sleeping much better, but she shared that they still had a few knocks, bumps and voices in the home, but on a much lesser scale than before. I asked if she would mind a home visit so I could get a close-up look, and I asked permission to bring two of my colleagues with me. They were training to do the kind of work I do, and I felt this would be an amazing opportunity for them to sharpen their proverbial paranormal teeth. Shantel agreed with much enthusiasm.

Once we all arrived at the home and said our hellos, I took Suzanne and Rhys around the home and asked them to point out any areas of concern. I showed them how to locate portals and then close them. They caught on quite quickly with the two small openings we had found. Convinced that they were far enough along to take on a room by themselves, I turned them loose in the master bedroom and bathroom while I filled the family in on what we had found and cleared in their home so far. I didn’t particularly expect they would find anything in those two remaining rooms.

A few long minutes later, neither Suzanne nor Rhys had surfaced to let me know that either things were okay in those spaces, or they had cleared them and all was well. I felt compelled to go check on them.

I entered the bedroom and found no-one. I continued into the master bathroom where I saw the both of them standing there not moving, facing the closet. They heard me enter the room and both whipped around, wide-eyed with the look of fear and shock on their faces. They both began at the same time telling me, “We can’t fix it! It won’t leave! We tried, we can’t do it!” Trying to remain calm, I asked them to calmly tell me what happened.

“The closet,” Rhys responded. “We can’t close the portal. And it keeps telling me ‘No!’” He explained that he heard a voice in his head refusing to leave the space, as commanded.

I’ll admit I was mildly excited to be able to get to the bottom of this problem; I knew how to hold an entity in place while I called on angelic assistance to usher it back to its creator. So, with clear intent and stern authority, I grabbed my pendulum out of my pocket and asked Spirit to direct me to the portal. Without hesitation, I was sent to the back right corner of the closet.

“Is this it?” I asked of the two of them. They both confirmed with head nods, still wide-eyed. I took at look at the corner and was blown away. The image I saw was picked up by my ability to remote view, as well as my physical vision, (one superimposed over the other). It was a huge pillar-like structure starting half way up the wall and protruding through the ceiling of the house. It was probably the biggest portal I had ever seen.

Standing in front of this opening was what appeared to be half man and half horse, like an enormous centaur. I invited him to leave the home, to which he adamantly refused. I told him that either he was going to leave on his own or he would be removed. Yet he resisted. At that point I lost awareness of Suzanne and Rhys – the conversation was now between me and my hoofed friend.

I had to summon the help of Archangel Michael and whichever of his angelic host he decided would be best suited for this job. While I waited for them to arrive, (I recognize the energy change as angels enter a space), I felt it necessary to hold this beast in place so it didn’t try to run before I could have him removed. He was preventing me from closing this portal and believe me, this portal HAD to be closed!

My angelic host arrived within moments, and I asked them to return this entity to its source. (Note – I don’t make a judgement call on whether or not an entity is good or evil. In his reality, he could be a saint! I simply return them to their creator and leave the whole heaven and hell debate up to the powers that be.) I then closed my eyes to get a better view of what was happening, and I both saw and felt them wrap this resistant being in a warm cloud of love and carry him out through the portal. When I felt it was gone, I mustered every bit of strength I could find and focused on closing the door between our world and theirs. My pendulum, which I use more as a visual aid that the work is being done, was whirring so fast I could hear it humming. It took a number of tries, but I was finally able to close it. I sealed it on both sides of the opening so that it could never be re-opened, and I stationed angels on both sides to protect this from ever happening again. I was energetically exhausted.

When I finished, I looked over at Rhys and Suzanne. They looked like they were both in shock. I had to keep from laughing. It’s cute when you introduce folks to the exciting world of spiritual warfare. Their expressions were priceless.

We gathered our wits, made one last check of the entire house to make sure it was clear and filled with light and love, and then rejoined the family. I gave the family instructions on smudging the home at least monthly for the next six months, and then twice a year after that to keep spiritual invaders at bay, and to keep the home energetically clean.

The next day, Shantel wrote me and asked if we had gotten everything out. She was concerned because there was still a lot of noise, and her husband felt very uncomfortable in that closet. She mentioned she couldn’t help but notice the look on Rhys’s face after he came out of the bedroom the day before. (Note to self – have Rhys work on his poker face.) I assured her that this was normal, that there was still work being done in the angelic realm, but things should settle down quite quickly. And they did.

I urged Shantel to contact me if anything else happened, and I would come back out to address her concerns, but I have not heard back from her. I’ll take that as “mission accomplished.”

If you believe your home is haunted and you feel helpless to clear it yourself, please contact me. My team and I are available in the Houston area. If you live outside Houston, Texas, I will clear your home without having to be there in person. Please see my Services page for more information.

The Andrew Awakening

It’s not often you meet someone who completely blows the lid off your perfect little world. The one you have worked on building, rearranging and tweaking until it’s just so. You think you have it all figured out, and then WHAMO! In walks someone who takes that cute little package you’ve put together for yourself and rips off all the ribbons, bows and wrapping paper, and then dumps it all over the ground in front of you. Oh, the skills that you’ve acquired in that little box are still there, but next to this person they look like toys that have spilled out of a toddler’s crumpled paper bag.

I had the immense pleasure of talking with Andrew Keith, Master of All Things Energy, Tool of the Divine, Healer, Seer, Exorcist, Jack of All Non-physical Trades. (Andrew, if you’re reading this, remember – beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I’m beholding.)

I met Andrew this past Sunday during a podcast interview that I have the honor of co-hosting on occasion, (Higher Consciousness Radio, presented by Houston Ghost Research and James Sangster, Founder of HGR). This all came about one day as I sat at my desk with nothing much left to do for the day. I tend to contemplate life, the gifts with which we’re each endowed, and I wonder why there are so few people like me. As a medical medium, I have been on the Net to check out other medical mediums to see how they work and, well, learn their definition of “medical medium.”

In my internet traversing, I have run across those who use basic intuition and heavy medical knowledge to target a problem and then suggest herbal supplements and alternative medical treatments. These types are plentiful. But where were the ones like me, who literally see what’s going on inside someone’s body? Where were the folks who feel energy with their hands and physical bodies? And if I did find someone who does even close to what I do, why are they not also reading the energy of homes, talking to pets, hearing spirits talking to them, or having vivid, informative, dreams from their guides? I gotta tell ya, I began feeling like a freak, and all my childhood insecurities of being different because dead people talked to me came flooding to the surface.

This all changed a few weeks ago. I got the itch to search the web again for others like me. I pulled out my laptop and typed in the search bar, “Medical Medium.” Up popped Andrew Keith, Psychic Medium. Not an exact match, but I was intrigued enough to peruse his site. I began seeing words like, “born a natural channel and psychic,” (to which I excitedly thought, “that’s me!”). Further, I read that he does house clearings, entity removals, psychic readings, medical intuition, (ding ding ding…we have a winner!), animal communication, and the list went on. I felt like I was reading my own bio. Mind blown! Had I really found someone who does what I do? Would he even consider coming on the show for a podcast interview? Would James be interested in talking to someone like him? I had to ask.

James was completely on board, so I wasted no time getting in contact with Andrew, who I was sure would be much too busy to take time out of his life for a podcast interview. On February 25, 2018, I fired off an email to test the waters and asked for a meeting, and I closed my browser. That same day I received his response agreeing to do the show and wanting more details. My mouth dropped. Several more emails changed hands before we actually did the podcast. I was thrilled!

On Sunday, March 25th, we “met” via telephone and conducted our interview. I had a few questions ready for him; questions I thought were honest, thoughtful and provocative. But, as he began addressing my first question, “At what age did you realize you were different?” or something along those lines, I realized I had met my match and was at a loss for what to ask next. I found myself captivated, not only by his responses, but by his energy.

It’s a crazy thing to be psychic, to feel other people’s energy, hear their thoughts, and see images in the mind’s eye as you’re having a conversation with a normal person in the physical world. It’s even crazier to talk with someone whose energy vortex merges with yours as you’re trying to carry on an interview and stay grounded. As I “looked” around my energy body, the entire space around me was wide open. I had gone from what I would describe as watching a movie on a screen in front of me in my mind’s eye, to sitting in 360-degree-screen theater. It was like being inside a tornado, watching all the thoughts, feelings, images and emotions fly around me at lightning speed. This was new. And I wanted more.

I have to confess that I don’t remember much of what was discussed, as I was lost in the whirlwind of psychic awareness that was spinning circles around me. (I actually never remember any of the readings I do, because I’m accessing a different dimension when I’m in my zone.) While my ears and mouth were conducting that interview, the real me, the aware me was mesmerized by this playground just out of my physical reach.

We finally finished our discussion and said our goodbyes. We all agreed to keep in touch, aware of what a truly rare experience we had just encountered.

I can’t speak for Andrew or James, but it took me quite a while to ground myself after we hung up. I felt like I was going to lift up off the pavement if I took a step. I literally felt I was losing control of my physical body as I tried to walk and not look drunk. I suppose in a way I was drunk – I was under the influence of Spirit. I was high on pure energy. And what an amazing high it was!

The one important thing I gleaned from this hour-long interview was something Andrew said, and it has reverberated in my thoughts almost constantly since: “Get out of your own way.” How simple! But how profound.

I’ve decided to completely unpack my box of gifts and I’m throwing away the package. There are only so many things you can put into a box before it is full. I don’t want to fill it up. I want to fully open my awareness to Spirit and allow every experience and every nuance that Spirit wants to send my way. I have informed my guides and helpers to not hold back. To let ‘er rip! I know I’m always safe, always protected, and now I’m always ready to grow and take on new and exciting challenges.

Let the ride begin.

Please feel free to listen to our podcast of Andew’s interview on Higher Consciousness Radio.

PS – Thank you, Andy.

Dream Weaver

Just when I think I have my life figured out, my gifts catalogued, all my ducks in a row, something comes along and blows the top off my reality!

Up until about four weeks ago, I was a spirit communicator, medical medium, remote viewer, psychic medium and a dowser. (Many times I incorporate dowsing into my readings as a visual aid that what I am doing is working.) I was clear in what I could do, and knew what I was uncomfortable tackling. I tended to avoid facing off with the darker forces and non-human entities. I felt inadequate in my abilities when it came to demonology, and I preferred the cozy everyday dealings of human interactions, both spirit and embodied. Apparently, those on the other side decided it was time for me to take on another dimension in the way I use my abilities.

I guess I knew this was coming. Several years ago I was placed in the path of Brad “Little Frog” Hudson, who had a seemingly simple way of plucking demons out of homes and off people, like picking fleas off a dog. It sounded so easy, but my mind rationalized that Brad was somehow superhuman and awesomely gifted at what he does. And he certainly is! So I tipped my hat to him, sent him a few clients and went on my merry way.

Fast-forward to a month or so ago – I was at a friend’s home. She was explaining to me how she had been hexed by a close friend of hers to cause her to stop dreaming. She had previously been plagued with nightmares, so with good intentions I’m sure, a hex was placed. Zip, Zap, Zoom – no more dreams…for TEN YEARS!

She told me she wanted to dream again, to fall asleep and maybe experience life’s other stories while she slept. She hoped to dream of her parents, who had passed to the other side; maybe they had messages for her. She wanted to do anything but close her eyes and wake up again with nothing in between to show for it. I agreed with her. I thought she should dream, too. So, I did the the first thing that came to my mind. I sat her down in a chair, stood behind her, held my pendulum over her head and called all her guides and angels into attendance.

When I intuitively felt her support group had arrived, I watched my pendulum begin swinging in a counter clockwise motion. I spoke out loud, “Reverse the program that was installed into Lori’s energy that prevents her from dreaming. I open that channel, clear the energy that blocks her dreams, and ask for divine assistance in repairing her ability to dream.” This is the gist of what went down. I rarely remember the words used when I channel energy, and almost never remember any readings I do. In a nutshell, I used my intent to open her ability to dream. I had chills and I knew it was working. The pendulum finally came to a stop and I felt her entourage leave. The work was done.

Lori texted me a couple of days later and told me she had dreamed for the first time in ten years! It was vivid and she was able to relate every detail to me. She has dreamed since then, normally, like we all do when we know we dreamed but might not remember the entire dream.

This was the first breakthrough to the next level of my development.

Very recently, I was shown that I could actually clear a home and a person of negative energy by using the same techniques – by using my pendulum for validation of energy movement. More importantly, I knew I now had the power and ability to remove entities, spirits, and discordant energy from people and homes with my intent. It’s a very energy-charged experience and it’s effective (based on the reactions of a few of the clients I tested this method on). I have to be honest, I was blown away. Blown away by the mere fact that it I could feel it work, and that my clients came back and told me their homes felt lighter, happier, more peaceful. I’ve worked with several clients since my new discovery and I can’t be more pleased with the results!

Have I discovered a new method of exorcism? Probably not, but on a personal level I most certainly have!

If you  have a need for a clearing, removal of entities or spirits, cancellation of a hex or curse, or just need some help removing stale and stagnant energy to bring peace back to your home, please visit my Services Page. I’m always ready to help.

 

 

In Harvey’s Wake

I wanted to take a moment to express my deepest gratitude and love to the beautiful souls who checked in on me and offered help and donations as my family and I endured Harvey’s wrath.

When we saw reports on the news of Hurricane Harvey slowly making its way toward us from Corpus Christi and witnessed (via TV) its destruction, I have to be honest, I thought it would diminish in its violent assault as most normal storms do. The only problem in my thinking was that Harvey was no normal storm. Harvey was a lingering beast that dumped millions of gallons of water over areas of Corpus, Rockport, Port Aransas and points east, including my hometown, Houston, and continued its rampage through Lousiana and then headed northeast.

I intuitively felt that my immediate family and neighborhood would, for the most part, be fine. I was right. We did fare very well considering how everyone else did. People lost their homes and everything in them. They woke in the middle of the night to waist-deep water, living the nightmare that only victims of this horrific storm can fathom.

Yes, we were spared from total destruction, but other issues set in for us. We could not return to work for more than  a week because our places of employment were under water or located in areas we could not access because the roads and highways were flooded or damaged.

As an intuitive, I felt the emotions of Harvey’s victims; the sadness, anger, devastation, hopelessness, confusion, and scattered thoughts as people raced to save themselves and everyone around them. And the depression.

But, with all this said, I know that I – that we as humans together in this disaster – have people who love us and who check on us, and do what they can to help us in whatever form that help takes. It’s not wasted, believe me. To know that we’re not forgotten means everything.

And I can’t be more proud of the people of Houston, of the State of Texas, and the surrounding states for rushing to our aid. It has been an amazing and mind-boggling experience to see people jump to action. Even those who had to rescue their own families ran back out and worked for days – are still working out there today as I write this – to rescue those who still need saving. I’m in awe at the outpouring of love and care that has surfaced from this terrible experience.

My husband I really didn’t know how to help – there was/is so much need everywhere we look. We did what we were able to do and addressed a need that was evident everywhere. We put the trailer on the Jeep and headed to our Costco. We loaded up the trailer with several cases of water and drove through neighborhoods where people were ripping their homes apart to begin the repairs. They were hot, thirsty and tired. I felt blessed to be able to at least help with their thirst. Their heartfelt gratitude was palpable. I still don’t feel like we did enough, but I have to accept that we did enough for the handful of people we were able to help.

I’m not even sure how to end this post except to say that I truly love each and every one you who wrote in to check on me and my family, and for your donations. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your care, your support and most of all for your love. And as I’ve told you before, please don’t hesitate to email me with any of your concerns. I’m always here.

Blessings,

Lori

A Little Graditude

I’ve probably read every book there is about manifesting your own desires. I’ve seen The Secret, absorbed the words of Dr. Wayne Dyer until my pores oozed of loving my fellow man, and devoured the teachings of the Tao te Ching. And I’ve learned only one thing from all of my searching – without pure love and gratitude for the people and things that we currently have in our lies, and for those things we desire, we have nothing.

I’ve spent the past year or so struggling with rebuilding my business after going on sabbatical for a few months, with little progress to show for all my effort. I knew there was an elemental piece missing in my many attempts to manifest, but I couldn’t put my finger on just what that piece could be.

Yes, I knew that being thankful for what I have and what I desire to have in my life was very important, but I finally realized that the Universe doesn’t respond to lip service. So, I started practicing what I preach.

First, “When you pray, pray in.” That is, when you talk to God/Universe, approach from a place inside your being. This is where that core of our creator resides. Not somewhere in the great unknown, but inside us.

Second, instead of telling the Universe “Thank you!” with your mouth, feel it from deep inside your being. If you’re doing it right, you’ll literally fill up with a feeling of gratitude, love and joy. You won’t be able to help it. I actually find myself giggling and squealing like a little girl when the emotions flow from my core of love.

Third, if you’ve allowed true gratitude to fill you, sit back and watch your desires manifest before your eyes. You might be presented with opportunities, which you’ll need to act on in order to manifest what you want, but those desires will come to you. As you give to the Universe (love, gratitude, joy), the Universe gives back to you. This also works in the reverse. If you put out anger, hatred and darkness, you’ll get that returned to you, as well. The Universe is not a respecter of persons. It responds to our strong emotions and deep feelings.

I encourage you to try what I’ve shared. Like me, you’ll be amazed at the response of love that comes back to you!

 

A Sign of Encouragement

I wanted to share a really cool experience I had yesterday, Mother’s Day. I was having an off day. My kids were working and my husband isn’t the most demonstrative when it comes to gift-giving. I was a little down and I suppose my Spirit Family felt it.

I was standing at my kitchen sink, gazing out the window toward the back yard at nothing in particular. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something floating on the air. It was a small white feather. Under any other circumstances seeing a white feather floating by wouldn’t mean anything significant. We have birds everywhere; lots of pigeons, blue jays, cardinals, robins and such.

What made this feather unique was that it wafted from the west side of my back yard, and then across the patio and behind our patio table. Normally I would have expected it to slowly drift toward the ground, but it remained high above the table umbrella, when suddenly it began making a sharp and sudden southward turn toward where I was standing. Its path bent around the table umbrella! It was then carried in a direct path all the way to my kitchen window and was then gently lowered as if being carefully placed onto the white wicker chair where I sit to watch the birds or throw toys for my dogs.

And the kicker – as it got closer to where I was standing, the sun shone on it and it lit up so brightly that I had trouble keeping my eyes on it. It was literally glowing in the brightest white I had ever seen.

My point is that the family and loved ones we have on the other side are always aware of what’s going on with us. They are there to encourage us, cheer us on, and send us signs of love when we are feeling down or even to share in an important life event. Pay attention to the little things – the butterflies that flutter up and land on your shoe, the dragon flies that circle your head, the shiny pennies that appear in odd places where only you will find them, or that special song that plays on the radio and speaks to your very soul. These are the words of encouragement, the symbols of love and the gentle nudges from the Spirit World telling you everything will be okay.

(photo of the actual feather)

David’s Story: “It Was An Accident!”

In the Fall of 2012 I was contacted by a woman who needed a health reading. I met her at her home after many back and forth emails to  make sure I felt safe going there alone.

 She was a pleasure and a joy to work with and I was easily able to complete her reading. When we finished and I was gearing down to hit the road for home, she casually mentioned that she and her teen-aged boys had been losing sleep and waking up at different times during the night. She reported blankets being taken off them while they were sleeping, being poked, feeling watched, and hearing footsteps running across the attic, to name only a few of her concerns. She asked me if maybe I could help.

 Since I was already in her home I obliged and then took a few moments to close my eyes and check out her house with a remote visit, which is to say that I, from where I was seated in her home, had a look around Trisha’s place using clairvoyance.

 What I found was what seemed to be either a male teen and a younger, preteen girl, or a form that appeared to have one superimposed over the other – the female over the male.

I felt very different energies from both. Almost immediately, I knew from the male that he had a story that he needed to tell before he would move on. I felt that there was some sort of a gun accident, but that was all I could get…until I was able to talk with him one on one.

I use many different tools to gather information from Spirit, but on this occasion I chose to use my pendulum and dowsing chart (sort of like a Ouija board, but not). I pulled out a paper chart I had crafted with the alphabet scribbled across it, and started to explain to Trisha what I was about to do.

Before I could even get a word out of my mouth, the pendulum began swinging to the following letters: M-E-E-T-M-E-U-P-S-T… and I finished the sentence by saying, “Meet me upstairs. Well, I guess that’s our cue.” I felt bad for my new client and friend. I’m not sure she had ever seen a dowsing session, and I was not given enough time to properly explain the process before we were summoned upstairs.

A word of caution – I am very skilled at dowsing, and I use protection, not only for myself, but also for my clients. Please visit a reputable dowsing site, (MirrorWaters is an excellent resource), to learn the dos and don’ts before trying this on your own. In inexperienced hands dowsing can be a problematic practice, because you may not know who is attached to the other end of the energy tether.

We arrived upstairs and I was pulled to a bedroom to the west of the upstairs. When I say I was “pulled,” I mean it was a feeling like I belonged up there, like a craving, if you will, and I followed this “craving” until I reached the room that seemed to be calling me. According to Trisha, this was the room where most of the activity had taken place. We sat for a few moments and the impressions began flooding my thoughts.

I began by asking my unseen friend to slow down a bit and explain to me what he wanted me to know. He seemed very excited to finally have someone to talk to, and he was throwing out so much information so quickly that I could barely catch what he was saying. And then, I clearly heard (in my thoughts), “It was an accident! Tell them it was an accident!” Then almost immediately I heard, “It was NOT a suicide!” I was shown a picture of a gunshot to the head and then a feeling of bewilderment, as to say, “What just happened?” He told me, “Tell them it was an accident. Tell them I’m okay. Tell them I love them.”

Visually, I saw a young man, not more than 20 years old if he were alive today, with brown hair, light eyes, thin build, and hair just below his neckline. He appeared to me wearing blue jeans and a long-sleeved jersey-style tee shirt. His demeanor was very sweet, and he felt to me that he truly cared for people and their feelings.

Using my intuition, I tried to get his name, which worried me some, because at that state of my psychic development, I wasn’t really good at getting full names. But I did hear “Thomas.” I didn’t feel that this was his name, so I pulled out my paper chart, which had been folded and stuffed back into my pocket. I verbally asked him his name: “D-A-V-I-D.” Now, we were getting somewhere! A moment or two later he spelled out his last name (withheld for privacy).

I asked David if there was anyone around who might be able to help us locate his family. The pendulum began to swing in a clockwise direction, indicating “Yes.”

Trisha began spilling out names of people she knew in the area. We figured if David was at her house, there was a good possibility that the people he was trying to reach lived within a close proximity to her.

When she got to the name “Wilbur,” I felt him give me a very strong Yes! Trisha agreed to talk to Wilbur to help locate David’s family so we could pass his messages on to them. Wilbur did confirm that a young man, David, had died in that neighborhood and he had hung around with a good friend named Thomas. We gathered all the information we could in that span of time, and it was time to close out our session.

A few days later I received an email from Trisha. Not only had she found David’s obituary, but she had located his father who lived in her very own neighborhood, less than a quarter of a mile from her home. She decided to pay him a visit.

He was understandably skeptical, but she made it clear that she was there for David, not him. He told her that his son had committed suicide, and this was where it got interesting. Trisha described David as I had seen him, and told his father that his son had not committed suicide, but that it was a terrible accident.

David had explained to me, with visual images and strong feelings, that one second he was here and with the very next beat of his heart he was on the other side and in shock over what had just happened. He told me there was no pain; he was just instantly out of his body. My client explained all this to his father, who agreed that some of what she said had made sense. I’m willing to bet a lot more made sense than he wanted to admit. Trisha said the dad appeared very worn, even sick. My gut and common sense told me that David’s death caused a terrible rift in their family, one that destroyed its foundations with both blame and guilt, and he could not rest without them knowing the truth.

 As informative as David was with his own story, he claimed no responsibility for waking Trisha’s boys at night. But this is another story for another time.

David’s Obituary:

“David P., (last name omitted for privacy), was born September 16, 1983 in Houston, Texas to Lynn and Vera. David passed from this life on September 11, 2003 at the age of 19 years. He will be remembered as a person who thought of the needs and wants of others before himself. David had a brilliant mind, a bright soul, and a beautiful smile; all of these will never be forgotten by all those who knew and loved him. He leaves behind his parents, Vera and Lynn; brother, Christopher; sister, Kimberly; and numerous aunts, uncles, and cousins, as well as his very best friend, Arturo O. A gathering of friends for visitation will be held Sunday, September 14, 2003 from 1:00 p.m. until 3:00 p.m. A memorial service to celebrate and remember David’s life will be held on Sunday, September 14, 2003 at 3:00 pm with Bill Fehmer, officiating. In lieu of flowers, David’s family has requested memorials be made to the David P. Memorial Fund, in Care of Cypress-Fairbanks Funeral Home, 9926 Jones Road Houston, Texas 77065.”

The Hand of the Beekeeper

Not quite two weeks ago, a close friend of mine, Sam, lost his father. This isn’t really unusual. I’ve had many friends lose family members to the other side, and in rare instances am I able to make contact, and even then only after several months or years have passed.

Around 7:15 p.m. that evening I was lying on my bed, unwinding from the day and contemplating the many thoughts circling inside my head. Suddenly, I felt a presence in my room. This is normal for me, especially in my line of work. But, what made it unique was that this presence approached me from behind and placed a gentle hand on my right shoulder. I felt that he wanted to talk, but did not want to startle me. I felt warmth, care, compassion and concern for my mental state at being touched by an unseen person in my bedroom.

I could tell his hands had been worn, perhaps from farming. They were large, wide, and had a gentle firmness about them.

I quickly began receiving impressions, feelings, and pictures in my mind, as is typical with most spirits who come to me. What made this one different was how very clearly he communicated. I made mental notes and stored them away until I could talk to Sam and see if this spirit’s characteristics described his father. I had never met him, never seen his picture, and never heard Sam mention him. Ever. Until the morning I was told he was dying.

It was getting late and Sam was most assuredly busy processing the emotions of the significant loss to him and his family. So, I reached out to another close friend, Kat, who was more familiar with his family than I was, to validate some of the information I had received.

I shared with Kat that I believed this gentle spirit had been a farmer or worked with his hands in some capacity. He appeared to me to be a tall man with a larger build, and was more or less a gentle giant. She was able to confirm I was on the right track. And our work would begin.

I gently let Sam know that I was in contact with his father and explained how he had introduced himself to me. I told Sam I would be available to him if he had any questions. But he had a funeral to plan and family to appease. So, Mr. Gentle Man and I would patiently wait to begin our adventure. In the meantime, he was perfectly comfortable hanging around with me until his son eventually reached out with questions.

A few days later his text came. “Does he have anything he wants me to know?” I felt the trepidation in his question, and the harried emotions from the recent couple of days. But there were things Mr. Gentle Man wanted his son to know.

First and foremost he wanted his family to know that he was fine and it was beautiful where he was. He seemed oblivious to the chaos he had left behind in his passing, and felt almost jovial. He showed me mental pictures of his daughters, or “hens” as he referred to them, all bombarding their brother with how-tos, what-fors and everything else he needed to do to prepare for the funeral. I’m sure it was overwhelming. And he had a word for me and for Kat: “Take care of my boy.”

While waiting for Sam to formulate his questions, Kat fed me information on Sam’s dad. His name was Ron. He was a flower farmer and a Master Beekeeper. This so eloquently explained his gentle nature, his “farmer’s hands,” as well as his ability to communicate so well. To be a beekeeper, you have to understand the bees. You need to be able to trust them and them you. There was a mutual respect between Ron and his bees. I felt it. This communion with nature taught him how to communicate with his spirit instead of his words. Which was, I believe, how he became so good at talking to my soul that night.

A bit later, Sam asked me if I would help locate his father’s “stashes,” which were hidden all over his property. So, I asked Ron. What could it hurt? Ron agreed, but he had one stipulation – if I told Sam where to find the stashes, Sam had to promise to keep them for himself. After all, Sam was doing all the work to find them, and Ron believed in reaping the rewards of hard work and living up to one’s God-given potential, something that Sam verified for me with much enthusiasm. This was why I think he chose me to be his medium.

You see, I was at a critical crossroads. I was just a thought away from turning my back on my abilities and living a “normal” life. I was about to squander my gift away and not live up to my full potential. Ron, being aware as he put it, couldn’t stand by and let that happen. So, he hired me to help Sam find his stash.

Ron told me there were four treasures in total. But he only showed me three locations. I later learned that Sam had found one and had already shared it with his sisters. The other three (as I saw them) were located; 1) In a work shed of some sort, beneath a wooden work bench; 2) Inside a honey shed, near where he worked with his bees, beneath a counter top – he called this one his “Honey Money”; and 3) In the attic inside a can or old cleaner container.

Sam located two of the three: One in the box beneath the work bench, and the other, the “Honey Money,” (photo of the actual bag above!) was found. He is still looking for the stash in the attic.

As often as I get great validation of my work, I was still blown away. This was awesome and amazing and all the other exciting words you could pour into this sentence to express how thrilling a ride this was.

Shortly after that, Ron’s presence faded and sadness filled the void. During the previous days while we were working together, he was amused as I sang along with the songs playing on the radio during the ride home from work. He shared images of his life and his family, and he gave me tidbits of what it’s like on the other side. We had become close, and now my life was returning to normal. I wept. But he came and did what he intended to do. He helped his son, and he saved me from making a devastating decision.

There is so much more to Ron’s story, but there was one important lesson I learned in all this and what I want to share it with you: Never, ever give up on yourself no matter how awful you think your life is turning out. There is an end to the darkness and there will always be someone there holding a Light to help lead you out. Mr. Ron was my Light. This life-saving experience allowed me to work with him and Sam, to share some fond memories, to get a glimpse of life on the other side, and to laugh.

I was honored to be his voice, his tool and his hand. I was and always will be The Hand of The Beekeeper.

White Feather

It’s no coincidence that I chose a white feather as my website image. There’s a story behind it.

Years ago I dated, (for a short time), a Navajo man, but nothing serious ever really came of it. To be fair to him, I was very up front about my abilities. I figured if I was going to get involved with someone, they should know who they were getting involved with, as well. Plus, it was my way of weeding out the ones who wouldn’t fit into my lifestyle as a medium.

He was an average-looking guy, but had a knack for conversation, which was a plus. He had shared with me how he was raised from a young boy by his recently-departed Navajo grandmother. As he was telling me his story, I began seeing the image of a shorter woman with long-graying hair, which she wore pulled up into a bun on top of her head. She had typical Native American features and deep, expressive eyes. She had a firm, yet compassionate nature and let me know in no uncertain terms that she was there to continue to protect her grandson. I made note of her concerns and thanked her for sharing her energy with me.

A few weeks passed and he eventually invited me to his office for a tour and then lunch on the beach afterward. When I arrived to his office, I noticed a row of family photos propped up on the ledge of his dry-erase board that was hanging on his office wall.

He noticed me looking at the photos and then pointed to one of them and told me, “That’s my grandmother.” I found it very odd. This was not the woman with whom I had spoken just a couple weeks earlier. The woman in that photo was clearly Caucasian, was much younger, and had long, brown hair, which she wore at its full length.

I looked at him strangely and told him I must have been off my game, because that was not the woman who had come to have a chat with me. He went on about doing what he was doing to get ready to leave for lunch, and I continued examining the row of pictures. Suddenly, just as I had seen in my vision, I saw a photo of the woman who I knew as his Navajo grandmother.

I whipped around and said, I’m sure with much excitement and a little aggravation in my voice, “THIS is the woman who came to me! Who is she? She said she was your grandmother.”

“Oh, her? Yes, that’s the grandmother who raised me. The one who recently passed.” I finally got it. He was testing me. So, yes, I was a bit miffed, but happy that I had seen correctly.

Conversations with The Grandmother continued while we were dating, and I finally felt her accept me as part of her “tribe.” Of course, as family, it was customary to be given a Navajo name. At that moment, I saw in my inner vision an image of a soft, white feather gently floating on the air, and I knew my name would be White Feather.